Where was I on 9/11? I was in Montreal, unknowingly fighting my own demon called appendicitis. I nearly died. This is my story, my truth. The 9/11 story of my life.
“Hi, I have a letter from the landlord. I think they want to raise your rent.”
I’ve been there so often in my life that it’s almost become a horrible mantra in my head. That feeling of not being good enough for the people close to you. That feeling of being a failure to them. Of disappointing them with everything you are. Well guess what? Stop thinking like that.
Once upon a time, I did some work for my mother because I was going to do “a beautiful job” (her words). She thought I had a beautiful style and an eye for great design and liked to tell everyone how good I was. Unfortunately, my mother suffers from the belief that an age-old design myth is true. Here it is, debunked.
I’ll be extremely honest… I’m a procrastinator at heart. You wouldn’t know it, though, because I’m a productive beast when it absolutely matters. And I’ve made miracles happen with my productivity which comes straight out of a need to be procrastinating. Weird, right?
I’m turning 29 today (happy birthday to me!) so here’s to the last year of my second decade! Wishing myself luck, happiness, and freedom.
Getting fired is never fun. I only got fired once in my life, and that was definitely not the exception to the rule. If anything, I pretty much couldn’t feel a thing as it was happening. I barely remember the moment I was told I was out. Here’s the story of how I got fired, pretty much died inside for half a year, and then got offered a little lifeline.